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[title] => From Child To Man
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[hometext] => A story about the journey of growth for one man from his infancy to hence. Of course from the details it could also be a tale of contraction emotionally despite the aging of the mind and body.
[bodytext] => In infancy I was born with stars in my eyes a curiosity well formed and a thirst for discovery my tomorrows were of hope and promises that lasts never on my own for I thrived in company. As a kid I became a student of humanity learning all I could from examples before me in lessons handed down from the dawn of history soaking up all I hear and everything that I can see. In my youth I learned that even stars will die curiosity will thaw out slaked by reality my hopes were aloof and promises hard to come by sifting through friends for trust is a rarity. As a teen I explored the bounds of possibilities testing potentials and marking my boundary through the turbulence of fate and its pecularities I began to shape my thoughts and my identity. In manhood I know well to keep my eyes on the ground curiosity killed the cat and upset the applecart for hope oft disappoints and promises are empty sounds alone and on my own a balm to my bleeding heart. As an adult I have felt the bitter pangs of defeat having tasted my own blood after I was punched by fate stumbling along upon my wobbly and tired feet I brace for my impact on to mortality's gate. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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